These fragments I have shored against my ruin.

Winter Fear

by Kay Ryan
(book donated by Judith Z.;
poem recommended by Steve L.)

Is it just winter
or is this worse.
Is this the year
when outer damp
obscures a deeper curse
that spring can't fix,
when gears that
turn the earth
won't shift the view,
when clouds won't lift
though all the skies
go blue.